Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1887-08-27
1.-THE Young Lady,"

eu long grauual grade. you're
atop of the Rocky Mountains now.
ma am"
Emily Vaughn looked TO left and to
right, and was conscious Of feeling OF
disappointment She had pictured the
top of the Rocky Mountains as some
thing quite different from this Here
were no frowning heights or sudden
CULTS, only wide-rolling plateau. some
distant peaks which did not look very
high. and far ahead a glimpse of lower
levels running down into plains. It
seemed hardly worth while to have
come so far for so little.
"Reallyl" she said. "But where are
the mountainsP They don't look nearly
so high as they did yesterday"
Naturally. ma'am." responded the
engineer; ''thIngs don't appear SO high
when you're as high as they are. We're
atop. you know"
"But there's no look-of. no wonder
full distance. as from the top of Mt
Washington. / confess / am dlsap-
pointed"
''It's kind Of queer" said John Scott,
with dry chuckle. chow folks from
the East keep abiding to that ere
little hill as il II were the standard of
measurement We don'tthink so much
OF 1t this way. Why, ma'am, you're
about 20O0 feet higher at this minute
than il you was Mt the top Of that little
shuck OF a Mt Washington that they
all think so much of
Miss Vaughn smiled. but she expert
enced shock nevertheless. The New
England mind does not easily accus-
tom itself to hearing its sacred noun
tain thus lightly spoken against.
Have you ever seen Mt Washington"
she asked.
''oh, bless you, yes!" replied John
Scott, cheerfully. II was raised over
TO Fryeburg, and grew up alongside of
H. Thought it was pretty big con-
y when was boy. but now" He
u.osed the sentence with Short ex-
pressivc laugh.
Miss Vaughn changed the subject.
She was not offended. She had grown
TO Ike this rongh. good-natured en-
ginecr in the course Of the three. days
journey. during which. favored as a
relative Of one Of the directors OF the
road. she had several times been priyi-
legged 10 ride. as now. In the engi-
ncer's cab for a better view Of the
country.
Have you been long on this road7"
she asked.
Pretty near ever since il opened.
run the third through train that came
out from Chicago aud ! hayn't been
OF the limo since. Winter or Summer.
except for three months when l was
laid up with n broken leg"
This must look very different In
Winter" said Miss Vaughn. noting
tho trceleSs distances. and the SHOWS
still glintIng on the higher peaks to the
left
You may believe Il doesl That first
year. when tho snow sheds wasn'I
built. Il was terrible. l was running
that train that stuck in the snow seven
days, perhaps you'll remember about
IL; Il was in all the papers. l sba'n't
never forget that not II live TO DO as
old as my grandfather. and he didn't
die I'LL he was ninety cdd.n
Tell mo about Il, " said Miss Vaughn,
Pcrsuasively, setting herself on the
high side bench Of the cab. with that
air Of attention which Is so en-.
ticing TO the story teller; amusements
are few and far between in the long
monotony OF the overland journey to
California; besides which. Miss Vaughn
dearly loved a story.
There amt much to tell" said
John Scott, with something OF the
feeling which prompts the young
vocalist TO complain Of hoarseness. Il
Amt any hand at telling things, either. I"
Then, won by Miss Yaughn's appeal
Ing eyes. he continued;
1--WE ran all fair and on time till we
was about 200 miles beyond Omaha.
Thea the snow began. 1t didn't seem
much at first The women-folk in tho
train rather liked Il. They all crowded
to the windows 10 see. and the children
hurrahcd. Anything seemed pleas.
ant change after the sagebrush. sup.
pose. But as II went on coming, and
the drifts grew deep, and tho cars had
TO run slow. the older ones began &c
look serious, and can tell you that we
who had charge Of the train felt so.
I'VE was just between two Of the
feeding stations, and we put on all the
steam we could, hoping TO push through
to where provisions could be got at In
case VIC had to stop. But IL want nc
use. The snow kept coming. never
see IL como so, The flakes looked as
big rs saucers, and tho drifts piled sc
quick that, when we finally stuck, In
about ten minutes no one could see out
Of the windows. The train would have
been clear buried over II tho brakemer
and the portors hadn't gone tho whole
length over tho roofs every half-hour
and swept il of with brooms and shov
els. We had lot of shovels aboard. BY
good luck, or else nothing could have
saved us from being banked mp out
right. But Il was terrible hard work